[Some people would consider the long fingers a plus? Smh.]
Oh, yeah. That... [:eyes:] Well, half of the people here have horns, one of them is purple, and my neighbor is stuffed inside a cooler in my room. So I don't think you'll be winning any freak of the year awards anytime soon.
[A shrug!]
Next time someone calls you weird, tell them to fuck themselves. Or leave their favorite crackers open so they get stale.
[Petty bitch solidarity! Her expression softens after a second, though, and she reaches over to gently bump their... shoulder area. Mystery anatomy. It's the thought that counts, maybe.]
But, hey... I kind of get it. Most people can't handle it when you're your best self. [This is a questionable pep talk.] Has anyone done that recently? I'll talk to them.
[Can't believe Sheila is going to go back to California and walk up to her husband like "hey I want to adopt an eldritch abomination of ambiguous age hope that's cool." Terrible.]
I'm just saying. The offer will still be there in the future. [She's gotta start building her list of reasons to kill a clown or two.] But now that we have established that some people are capable of such a specific form of cruelty— Wanna pick our other conversation back up?
[envy may or may not be totally cool with that. it is a mystery.]
I'll tell you if they give me trouble, then.
[thanks mombie... but at the reminder, their extra eyes blink in unison, and they nod.]
Oh! Uh, it was my mark, right? I can show you, but, um, I'd appreciate it if you kept it to yourself... I kind of wanna decide whether to show people or not, you know?
[but they do offer out their hand to her. they have envy's mark, but modified: there are more eyes, and they're framed in a rectangular border, with III. ENVY written within the bottom margin of that rectangle.]
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Hey! I, um, wasn't sure you would actually follow up.
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But she waggles her fingies at them in greeting.]
Hey! [Plopping down next to them, all while giving them a curious look.] Why not? Were you hoping I didn't follow up on it?
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anyway, they laugh a little awkwardly.]
More that, uh, usually people don't! You know. Sort of a pleasant surprise for anyone to come back.
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You know, this stuff. Also people tend to think I'm kind of weird.
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Oh, yeah. That... [:eyes:] Well, half of the people here have horns, one of them is purple, and my neighbor is stuffed inside a cooler in my room. So I don't think you'll be winning any freak of the year awards anytime soon.
[A shrug!]
Next time someone calls you weird, tell them to fuck themselves. Or leave their favorite crackers open so they get stale.
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[they shrug... but that last suggestion gets a giggle out of them.]
I'm not really much for the 'fuck you's? But- I'd definitely let their stuff get stale.
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Yeah? It's so satisfying!
[Petty bitch solidarity! Her expression softens after a second, though, and she reaches over to gently bump their... shoulder area. Mystery anatomy. It's the thought that counts, maybe.]
But, hey... I kind of get it. Most people can't handle it when you're your best self. [This is a questionable pep talk.] Has anyone done that recently? I'll talk to them.
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[but the bump is encouraging, and they manage to give her a little smile.]
I don't think they have? I mean, I haven't talked to all of you, but I also don't know if anybody's avoiding me or not.
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[Can't believe Sheila is going to go back to California and walk up to her husband like "hey I want to adopt an eldritch abomination of ambiguous age hope that's cool." Terrible.]
I'm just saying. The offer will still be there in the future. [She's gotta start building her list of reasons to kill a clown or two.] But now that we have established that some people are capable of such a specific form of cruelty— Wanna pick our other conversation back up?
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I'll tell you if they give me trouble, then.
[thanks mombie... but at the reminder, their extra eyes blink in unison, and they nod.]
Oh! Uh, it was my mark, right? I can show you, but, um, I'd appreciate it if you kept it to yourself... I kind of wanna decide whether to show people or not, you know?
[but they do offer out their hand to her. they have envy's mark, but modified: there are more eyes, and they're framed in a rectangular border, with III. ENVY written within the bottom margin of that rectangle.]
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[She will take their hand in hers if they allow it, staring at the tattoo with a perturbed look on her face.]
Relax, I keep horrible secrets from everyone in my life all the time. No one will hear about this from me. But, why is it different?
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[they don't sound perturbed at all, and she can definitely take their hand. uncannily long fingers and all.]
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... Okay. Fair enough. I guess that answers my follow-up question— if your other buddies had one.
[Special tattoos for special NPCs.]
You don't find it even a little weird, though?
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[their head's cocked slightly, a faint frown visible beneath their hood.]
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[Her tongue tattoo. It haunts her.]
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Y-yeah, some of them are-- god, I can't unsee the Hamburger Helper hand, I almost lose it every time, I'm sorry--
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How dare you shame the Hamburger Helper, brand of my people? You're worse than my daughter.
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[... wait.]
You had Hamburger Helper at home?
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[envy. please.
they shift a little uncomfortably, though.]
She's, um, she's fine! She's a doctor. Usually pretty busy. We never talked a lot-- pretty much just holidays, you know?
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That's... a little less nice. Was it just the two of you at home?
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